Tang Ling is too lazy to dress up, never bothers with clothes and accessories, and feels that she is not very good at aesthetics.
Before his seventeenth birthday, all the food, clothing, housing and transportation were taken care of by his parents. Later, when he traveled to the Tang Mansion, there were all kinds of maids and servants to serve him.
The personal maid Yaoyao dressed up, and everything was done according to the preferences of the original Tang Ling. It was the first time she lived abroad for a long time in time, and all she brought was a crimson, peach, pink, and crabapple red skirt and blouse...
Wearing such clothes always gives Song Nan a sense of disharmony - the feeling of two people inside and outside.
Just like now.
Even without makeup, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and she is dressed to the extreme in a high-profile manner, but her expression is uneasy and her behavior is full of restraint.
Asked her which sect she wanted to choose as her main course, she hesitated for a long time before settling on the Dan sect.
Alchemy School, the auxiliary department among the five sects, mainly takes courses in various medical treatments, alchemy and poison identification.
The competitive environment in the cultivation world is cruel, with limited natural resources and limited treasures. As monks advance in cultivation, in addition to improving their own abilities, the most important thing is to resist various attacks from the outside world and competition for resources.
The improvement of one's own abilities mostly relies on talent, and resisting external attacks and competition for resources relies on the practice of spells and talisman formations.
Therefore, some high-level monks usually choose the combat-based magic sect and talisman sect as their majors.
As for the auxiliary sects such as the Alchemy Sect, the Weapon Refining Sect and the Beast Taming Sect, they are all major sects that people with low levels will choose.
Although there are good elixirs that can make advanced cultivation more effective with half the effort, you still have to be hard at it, and millions of elixirs cannot match the monk's own innate understanding and perseverance.
Of course, luck is also indispensable.
In his previous life, Tang Ling had an A-level medium spiritual root, and he chose two major courses, naturally the combat-based magic arts sect and the talisman formation sect.
Although I don’t know why her spiritual root test level is so low in this life, based on Song Nan’s previous life experience, it is not ruled out that Tang Ling has a hidden edge.
All this is not unfounded. Just looking at Tang Ling's advancement this morning makes people feel suspicious.
"Senior Brother Song?"
A confused voice interrupted Song Nan's thoughts, he lowered his head and met a pair of confused eyes.
"Senior Brother Song, can I go in?"
Song Nan nodded, "All courses in each sect are open to disciples. You can go in and listen at will. Those who choose majors and minors should not be late - I have something to do, so I won't join you."
Tang Ling hurriedly responded.
Along the way, Song Nan looked like he was thinking more than once, feeling like he was constantly scrutinizing himself.
Tang Ling's whole body felt hairy at the sight of him, and she wished he would leave quickly.
After Song Nan left, she stepped into the gate of Danzong with a little nervousness and excitement.
As soon as I entered the door, I found that it was very quiet. The yard was filled with flowers and plants that I had never seen before in my previous life. There were only a few scattered disciples taking care of it and guarding the door.
It seemed that it was time for class, and Tang Ling was a little hesitant. He really didn't dare to break in while the teacher was still in class. After much hesitation, he decided to wait outside the door for a while.
So the steps forward were taken back again.
There is no way, she is just so cowardly.
As soon as I took half a step back, there were hurried footsteps behind me, accompanied by panicked whispers.
"It's late, it's late!"
Tang Ling saw a short, chubby dumpling running over.
Rou Tuan ran past Tang Ling with a squeaking sound, and then came back, maintaining the same trotting motion. Maybe his body was too anxious, but his mind was attracted to Tang Ling.
"Why don't you go in? You're working as a doorkeeper outside!"
Before Tang Ling could react, he was "enthusiastically" pulled in by Rouduanzi, and sneaked in through the back door of the school under the eyes of several disciples who looked upon him as normal.
Danzong's teaching hall is very large, somewhat similar to the university classroom that Tang Ling was taken to by his friends in his previous life. The lobby is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people. There is a high platform in front of it. On the high platform stands a vigorous old man. His righteousness sinks into his Dantian.
He taught some herbal knowledge energetically.
After Tang Ling sat down, he found that none of the disciples around him cared about their lateness, and was a little surprised.
"Is this your first time back in class?"
Roudan took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck. Seeing Tang Ling's reaction, he couldn't help but curiously said, "Maybe he is a good disciple and has never been late."
Tang Ling nodded, but before he spoke, Roudan assumed it was the second type.
After all, the latest batch of disciples have been here for a month, so it is almost impossible that they have not attended a class.
"Oh, let me tell you, there is a first time and a second time about being late. As time goes by, you will naturally get used to it. It doesn't matter."
Rou Tuan looked like he was a veteran, "My major course is Beast Taming. It's only been a month since I came here, and I'm already 800 times late!"
Tang Ling heard the exaggeration in his words, and couldn't help but think that this sect's cultivation seemed to be self-conscious, and it was much more relaxed and relaxed than when she was in school.
The coaching elder was giving a lecture in front, but Rou Tuan showed no intention of stopping.
"My name is Zhao Baoshan, and I am a new disciple of Lingxian Sect this year. What is your name? Are you also new?"
Tang Ling was afraid of being discovered by the coaching elders, so he didn't look at Zhao Baoshan and lowered his voice as much as possible, "My name is Tang Ling, and I'm new here too."
Throughout the class, Zhao Baoshan talked to her again, but seeing that she was really embarrassed, he stopped communicating.
Tang Ling thought that Zhao Baoshan would not look for her again after class, but unexpectedly he took her to the canteen to eat.
"Let's make friends together."
Tang Ling was used to being alone, and she couldn't cope with Zhao Baoshan's carefree and familiar character, and it was hard to shirk him, so he could only follow him, but he was inevitably uncomfortable.
The feeling of discomfort reached its peak when he came to the cafeteria and was pulled by Zhao Baoshan to sit at a dining table surrounded by a bunch of new disciples.
Tang Ling insisted on sitting at the edge of the dinner table. Zhao Baoshan didn't pay attention and sat down next to her, warmly introducing Tang Ling to his friends at the dinner table.
"Tang Ling? Why does this name sound familiar?"
After a lot of excitement, someone suddenly spoke up.
In fact, a month ago, Tang Ling's name was still very loud in the Lingxian Sect.
However, because the leader prohibited the spread of news about Tang Ling, and the disciples were busy adapting to the environment after arriving, the name was slowly forgotten.
Talking about it now, many people can only remember that Elder Lu accepted a disciple and came in through the back door.
As for the name of this disciple, only a few people may still remember it.
Tang Ling didn't know that his name had long been known throughout the Lingxian sect, but it was not an honorable thing to come in through the back door. With his introverted personality, he felt guilty and didn't know how to react.
Fortunately, a commotion ensued in the cafeteria and she was rescued in time.
There was a small commotion in the canteen at first.
Tang Ling's table turned their heads in unison, looking towards the place where everyone was noisy, and found four handsome young men walking in front of the gate.
The young men are all dressed in brocade clothes, with jade hairpins on their heads, showing their talent.
Wherever he passed, the young girls murmured with joy and shyness.
Among them, the young man in green is the worst.
This boy is also the best born. His eyebrows are like ink paintings, his face is like peach petals, and there is always a confident smile on his lips, which looks more and more wanton.
Tang Ling saw the reactions of the women around him, and saw the four people coming in seemingly with light, and he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.